London Boxing
By Smac




Jane had been an irregular at the London Boxing and Wrestling for about three
years now.

"I've seen a few scraps, none of them very memorable. I've never even thought
about getting into the ring myself. My partner, Deb, isn't at all interested
in fighting or s and m or anything really, she's more of a homebird. We've
been together for age now, just like and old couple."

Though she was only twenty eight herself and Debbie just twenty six.

Her mind wandered back to the club.

"There've been one or two mixed fights here, " she mused, though they weren't
encouraged, better lesbian against lesbian or gay against gay was the
consensus. Hence there were few real, competitive fights, usually it was
submissive and dom. be it male or female.

She went into the smelly fight room and took one of the few empty seats beside
the well worn boxing ring.

She brought the afternoon's boxers to mind, Nancy and Rachel.

"Neither of them will ever see forty again and they're not exactly
featherweights," she grinned to herself.

"There doesn't seem to be any animosity between them, I wonder why they've
decided to box this afternoon?"

She glanced at the dog eared card on the club notice board.

They were both five foot six and thirteen stone.

"At least, that's what they're admitting to."

She knew they too had been together, as a couple, for many years, so it was
unlikely to be a scrap over girl friends, as so many of the lesbian fights
tended to be.

She was jolted from her speculation by the flimsy door flying open.

Nancy and Rachel entered the room

together.

They stood hand in hand, leaning on the taut ring ropes.

They both wore tight, black leather trousers and white tops. One a tee shirt
and the other a manly white dress shirt.

Soon one of the older hands called for silence and, quite unnecessarily,
introduced them.

"ladies and gentlemen," there were a gay couple at the back of the room,
looking quite self conscious, "this afternoon Nancy and Rachel have decided to
see who is the best woman. In the ring that is. So they are going to box for
you in an unlimited rounds boxing match."

She nodded to the fighters, "back in fifteen minutes ok. May the best lezzie
win."

Jane stretched her legs out in front of her and closed her eyes.

Half and hour later the boxers reappeared.

They walked straight over to the boxing ring and squeezed through the ropes to
stand in shabby towelling robes, bare feet and legs planted on the stained
canvas.